The warehouse screamed as the fire consumed it. Beams groaned, walls split, the air thick with smoke so dense it burned the lungs raw, “MOVE!” Marcus roared through the chaos, dragging two bleeding soldiers toward the exit.But Denilson didn’t move. His boots held fast to the floor, his eyes locked on the prisoners chained at the far wall. Their faces were blackened with soot, their bodies trembling, but their eyes God, their eyes begged.Save us, Jenna coughed, tugging at his arm. “Denilson, we have to go! The whole place is collapsing!” Flames licked the rafters above. Sparks rained down like a storm of fire. The heat was suffocating, sweat pouring down his face, mixing with blood.But the chains. The voices. His father’s men, He couldn’t leave them, “Stay low,” he growled, shoving Jenna toward the exit. “Go with Marcus.” Her eyes widened in horror. “No. No, I won’t leave you!”, Denilson grabbed her shoulders, his grip iron. “Go, Jenna! I said go!”Tears streaked her ash covered fac